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mygiantesslove · 6 years

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Are you still alive?

5. At work - Part 1

No sleep for poor Annie. She could only turn around and sigh for hours on the sofa, trying to rest. All she could think about was the feet of her mother crashing down on her, images of the past in a loop in her mind. She thoughts about her sisters, how they used her in the cruelest and horrifying ways, including those times they would put her in their soccer socks to play soccer with her inside. Or when they would just wear her non-stop in their shoes for weeks without letting her see the daylight. She clearly could not sleep.

Then Annie thought maybe this was a turning point in her life. Living large with the normal people was all about taking chances and seizing opportunities. She decided that since it could be the end of her little escapade in the large world, that she should not be scared and do something stupid. One last thing to enjoy the real world before most probably going back to the hellish deep confines of her family’s shoes.

Annie stood up and walked on her tiptoes towards Marilyn’s bedroom. The door was half opened and she squeezed herself into the room silently. She made sure Marilyn was sleeping, tried to breathe as low as possible and making as less noise as possible. She bent down slowly and crawled forward on all fours until she reached Marilyn’s closet. The closet door was half opened and inside was a mess of shoes and boots all piled up and mixed. In the darkness, Annie tried to open the door of the closet a bit more and it squeaked. Marilyn turned in the bed and moaned, but didn’t wake up. Annie wasn’t even breathing; her heart was pounding so fast. After a whole minute of silence, she started to open the closet door more slowly and inching it open until she could fit.

Annie crawled inside the big closet full of shoes under the hanging dresses and shirts and blouses, and all. She just laid down there, her face inside shoes, trying to smell them all like the craving obsessed shoe fetishist she was. She laid in the pile of shoes like if it was her final resting place, trying to make as fewer noises as possible, and ended up laying on her back, on the closet floor with lots of shoes around her, on her and on her face in the dimmed light of NYC’s distant nightlife piercing through the blinders and into the closet.

The night went on, sometimes Annie could hear Marilyn moaning or turning around in her bed. Annie felt like this was her true place, at the feet and shoes of her goddess, her mistress, her boss, her friend.

At some point, Annie felt shuffling in her hair. She opened her eyes groggily and five beautiful toes were now caressing her forehead and over her eyes. The toes grabbed her nose gently, nibbled with it, caressed it, and they smelled good. They then slipped gently on her mouth, grabbed her lips, played with them. Annie opened her mouth, her eyes half closed and the toes entered. They tasted good and she let her tongue run around the toes, and in between them. They tasted like musky foot sweat and a hint of cigarette smoke. They were perfect and she opened her mouth wider, looking up at Marilyn who was holding to the closet door frame. She pivoted a bit to allow her five toes to go inside Annie’s mouth, all of them. Marilyn’s toes inches slowly deeper, Annie ran her tongue under them and under the ball of Marilyn’s perfect foot who has deeper now almost gagging her. This last for another 4 minutes, Marilyn had her foot inside Annie’s mouth and wiggled her toes gently, letting the 20 years old girl taste them.

“Time to go to work Annie.” Said Marilyn, pulling her foot out of the girl’s mouth. “I’ll shower while you choose what I will wear today. Make me look good.” Annie slowly realized this was all real, not a dream, and that she had fallen asleep in Marilyn’s closet and she was now waking up, it was morning and Marilyn was naked and her perfect silhouette was slowly walking away to the bathroom.

Wow.

Annie shook her head, licked her own lips. She got out from the closet slowly, she could hear the water running in the bathroom as Marilyn was taking her shower. She made Marilyn’s bed and remembered the words she were told: “make me look good.” She opened the closet doors wide and started to shuffle and look at the dresses and skirts and everything Marilyn had. Sometimes she would just smell the clothes, bury her nose in her stuff. She opened drawers. She picked a pair of red panties with lace and the matching bra. Then she chose a black knee length skirt and flowered blouse, that she matched with a deep red blazer. She shuffled and found a pair of thigh-high black nylons. She looked outside, it was raining and a bit windy. She added a pair of little black cotton socks.

Marilyn came back with a towel, drying her hair. She walked into her bedroom naked, not shy at all, proud and beautiful. She looked at what Annie had placed on her bed for her to wear. “Hmm, you have good fashion tastes. I like that. Very nice.” Marilyn started to put on her panties and bra.

“You’re beautiful Marilyn.” Let out, Annie.

“Hmm, you look calmer this morning.” Replied Marilyn, smiling at the compliment.

“Yeah, I thought that, what the hell, this may be my last day with you, so, I just want to enjoy it as much as possible.” Said Annie, looking down.

“You’re so sweet Annie.” Marilyn smiled. “Why the socks?” she asked, curious while combing her long hair.

“I thought you would wear them over the nylons in your boots to keep your feet warm. You told me yesterday you had nice loafers at work, so I thought once you get there you can remove the socks and keep them in your purse and wear the loafers.” Said Annie. Marilyn nodded and looked at Annie straight into her eyes.

“Not a bad idea...I like it. Now strip.” Marilyn smiled again and walked back to the bathroom to use the hairdryer. Alone in the bedroom, Annie stripped and placed the jewel on the bed. She kneeled and sat on her legs and waited for Marilyn. When she came back, Marilyn was now ready to get dressed. She grabbed the jewel and twisted it real good, instantly shrinking the naked girl to the size of half an inch tall. She was barely visible. “Remember when we first met? I shrunk you that small to fit in my ballet shoes.” Said Marilyn, stepping in closer to the little shrinker friend. Towering above her, Marilyn just hovered her beautiful bare foot over Annie’s tiny frame and gently lowered her toes over the girl. Annie was just happy, she knew inside that she had to live this to its fullest extent because later that day she would have to be strong and get a hold of her life when she would be dropped at the train station.

Marilyn’s toes toyed with the minuscule girl and at some point, Annie could hear her giantess say “shit I’m going to be late.” At that precise moment, the giant rose scented toes above her scrunched and her arm got squeezed. She could not really get free and wondered why Marilyn would do that. She understood what was happening when the black nylon mesh started to surround Marilyn’s foot, trapping Annie inside it and under the woman’s perfect toes. She never thought for a second that Marilyn would actually put her inside her nylon, with her bare foot. They released the grip and Annie could feel giant fingers playing with her under the nylon mesh. Marilyn was placing her captive under her toes in a comfortable way.

Then, a lot of movement, and pressure too. Annie knew Marilyn was putting dressing up with the clothes she had previously chosen for her. Marilyn didn’t walk, she would sometimes shift her weight, make a few steps, shift her weight. Between the toes and through the nylon, Annie caught a glimpse of Marilyn, fully dressed and putting on earrings. She then put on some makeup. A fraction of a second, Marilyn looked down at her foot, and Annie knew the giantess was looking down at her.

“I’ll see you later Annie.” The giantess said. Then, Annie knew what was coming, darkness engulfed her as Marilyn put on the black socks over her nylons too, “keep her feet warm”. Then time went a bit tougher to seize, there was walking, Annie would remain numb and let the big toes above her crush her. A bit of walking around the apartment, Marilyn was getting ready. And then the inevitable came: Marilyn slipped her feet inside the ankle boots Annie licked the day before. Annie was engulfed by ultimate darkness, into the deep pitch black, warmer, smellier and more cramped confines of Marilyn’s beautiful boots and she heard the smaller zipper seal her in.

Annie lost track of time as she was stepped on and walked on at a regular pace. Marilyn went down the building using the elevator and walked with confidence into the real outside rainy world of New York city, holding her umbrella, not caring about the girl actually kissing her rose scented toes. She went to grab a bagel and coffee at the local bakery and grabbed a cab. She started her daily routine to get to work. 30 minutes later, 200 honks and a few more steps, Marilyn was standing on in front of her important law firm’s building, smoking her good morning cigarette. She made sure most of her weight would be on Annie. Then she crushed the cigarette bud and went inside. Up the elevator, a few hellos and hi’s to colleagues, Annie walked to her office and immediately removed her coat. She did not instantly change to her loafers, she walked to the employee’s room and made herself an espresso with the company’s coffee machine. She talked with some colleagues. Annie could hear the girl above her laugh. The mix of nylon, cotton sock, and boot was indeed keeping Marilyn’s foot warm and slowly, the rose scent was fading and being replaced by Marilyn’s perfect natural odor.

Minutes passed, and the zipper sound was heard. Then a great suction move, Marilyn removed her boot and peeled off the cotton sock. She didn’t acknowledge Annie. The little girl did not have time to get accustomed to the powerful light pouring in, she was already being pushed deep inside Marilyn’s work shoes, her chunky loafers. With a 4 inches chunky high heel and 1-inch high platform and a nice metal buckle above the foot. Those shoes had a more strong smell inherent to the years of everyday use, and soon, it was perfect, heavily overwhelming the minuscule shrinker, who was having the time of her life in there as if it were to be the best and last moment of her utopic freedom.

Marilyn turned on her computer and started to work with the little blessed Annie kissing the underside of her toes, and after all that happened since she woke up...Marilyn actually liked it. She realized she was in a good mood and wiggles her toes playfully inside her old loafers.

Annie took in deep breathes and thanked Marilyn in silence as she knew she would be in there for the whole day.

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